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Full text of "The Letters Of Horace Walpole Vol I"

1743]                    To Horace Mann                     317
asking anything ! What is it ? tell me.'—' Only that you would speak to my Lord Carteret to get me made Lady of the Bedchamber to the Queen of Hungary.'
I come now to your letter, and am not at all pleased to find that the Princess absolutely intends to murder you with her cold rooms. I wish you could come on those nights and sit by my fireside ; I have the prettiest warm little apartment, with all my baubles, and Patapans and cats! Patapan and I go to-morrow to New Park, to my Lord, for the air, and come back with him on Monday.
What an infamous story that affair of Nomis is ! and how different the ideas of honour among officers in your world and ours ! Your history of cicisbeism is more entertaining: I figure the distress of a parcel of lovers who have so many things to dread—the government in this world ! purgatory in the next! inquisitions, villeggiaturas, convents, &c. We indeed want these provocatives; all our love is between husbands and wives; and if it were not now and then for a gallant boar-cat the word intrigue would be lost in the language.
Lord Essex is extremely bad, and has not strength enough to go through the remedies that are necessary to his recovery. He now fancies that he does not exist, and will not be persuaded to walk or talk, because, as he sometimes says, * How should he do anything ? he is not.'
You say, 'How came I not to see Due d'Arernberg?' I did once at the Opera; but he went away soon after ; and here it is not the way to visit foreigners, unless you are of the Court, or are particularly in a way of having them at your house: consequently Sir E. never saw him neither— we are not of the Court! Next, as to Arlington Street: Sir E. is in a middling kind of house, which has long been his, and was let; he has taken a small one next to it for me, and they are laid together.